My spending habits are terrible. If I had the money of the Philippines, I’d be a worse disgrace than Madame Imelda Marcos herself. My fingers are itchy—and these bills are raring to get away from me as fast as they could. Shopping is as tempting as a liaison, or getting a secret lover---seductive, lusty and equally destructive. Ah, the symptoms of a compulsive shopper. Is there a cure or a rehab of some sort? Though I must admit, shopping is like a source of comfort and empowerment for me; yet with every thing I purchase, the more this desire for buying more grows and grows… before I knew it, every single cent in my wallet’s gone. WHAT??!?!?!?!??!!??! Where’d it all go?

Yeah, I screwed up. BIGTIME. And it wasn’t just the hey-I-spent-thousands-something-with-useless-things-within-thirty-minutes kinds of screw up… well it was, only worse. It’s the I-spent-my-last-money-with-useless-things-and-I-got-nothing-to-spend-for-
our-monthsary kind of screw up. Yeah I’m so guilty, guilty, guilty and should not have done such a compulsive, irrational act but I was under the wrong-est circumstances. First off, I was alone and in a state of ennui in a huge shopping mall and with lots of wonderful shops and the clothes were to die for. What’s a girl to do? Second, the saleslady was extra nice and I liked her, she helped me pick up the nicest dresses and jackets and I can’t help myself. I forgot everything. I forgot the monthsary who were a few days away (and you thought only men forget anniversaries.) And then I stormed out of the shop quite proud of my purchase until I saw my boyfriend’s disapproving look.

“What? You went on a shopping spree? And how much money’s left on you?”

“Ummm… five pesos?” (I know I shouldn’t have answered the question, as it seemed to make him angrier).

“You just don’t think.” He screamed. (Okay, maybe he didn’t. but it seemed to me he did because I was already very depressed with my little feat).

To make things worse, he asked me where we’d celebrate our 18^th which I replied foolishly ‘I’m broke, I’m so sorry…’ (FYI, boyf and I take turns treating out each other during 18ths ‘cause he treats me out all the time anyway). Boyfriend was all sweet and understanding, but I could tell he was disappointed. I’m such a bad girlfriend and an equally bad spender. Bless the guy I’ll marry. He’ll need it. :*